Marvel's princess becomes king

Bella and the others were staying in the underground bunker, playing cards, sleeping, playing game consoles, and coding. Their spare time life could be said to be very rich. Several people's faces looked like "I don't want to fight anymore, I'm waiting for rescue." posture.

People outside are not so leisurely.

Walker, a veteran agent of the Secret Service, gathered together the gangsters. They tried their best, but they still couldn't do anything about the thick door of the underground bunker.

Explosives, electric welding, impact drilling, and several conventional methods were used, but not even a trace was left on the door.

"FUCK! Is this your plan? Is this the plan you carefully formulated after protecting the president for twenty years? Idiot! Old dog!" The curly-haired gangster leader roared at the old agent.

He risked his life and fortune and brought his brothers to do something big. What now? The first step was successful, but the second step failed and ended up at grandma's house.

The president didn't catch him and let him hide in an underground bunker. Now that the whole plan is ruined, he has nothing else to do except curse.

The old agent was also unhappy. Is this his own problem?

"I asked you to control all those hostages! Did you do it? Did that family of four fall from the sky? All four of them have excellent marksmanship. Counting my colleagues, how many enemies did you ask me to deal with? ?This is all your incompetence!"

He roared loudly.

The curly-haired man showed no sign of weakness: "You fart! Two of my brothers died and two were injured! Isn't this a mistake in your intelligence!"

The old agent's face was full of ridicule: "There are so many tourists around the world, how can I still check the background information of each tourist? I am the White House security director, not the director of the CIA! Don't argue with me, you are just incompetent!" "

The old man pointed at the chest of the curly-haired man and said with great force.

He was alone and injured, but despite the old agent's bossing around, the curly-haired man finally chose to endure it. Unable to bear it anymore, the operation failed, and he and his brothers needed the connections behind the old agent to save their lives.

The old man looked behind him: "Taylor, how long will it take to cut off the signal inside?"

A young man named Taylor was covered in sweat and his fingers were typing rapidly on the keyboard. He tried to use the White House network to invade and control the network of the underground bunker. Unfortunately, presidents of all generations took their own lives very seriously. Network experts and computer experts built the network in the underground bunker like an iron wall.

If it takes three to five years, it may be possible to break through, but the most lacking thing right now is time.

The hacker is a thief. He didn’t dare to tell a few people the news because he was worried about being silenced. He was still coping: “Come on, come on, little baby, let me see your true face. Eh? This algorithm is really funny. —!"

His somewhat crazy demeanor really frightened the old agent and the curly-haired man, thinking that they were about to succeed. The two of them waited for him to control the system inside, open the door, and then go in to arrest the president.

But after waiting for "there's still a little time left" and waiting for "this agreement is very interesting," the door has yet to open.

The old agent walked up to the hacker and looked up, huh? ! This man's head and face were covered with sweat, and his whole figure looked like he had been fished out of water.

Seeing this scene, he didn't know that he had been deceived.

"Don't kill me! I'm still useful! I..." The hacker's plea for mercy was ended by gunfire, and the old agent shot him in the head.

The old man was so angry that he was dizzy, and the wound was still bleeding. He quickly dug out a medicine bottle from his pocket, and without looking at it, he grabbed a handful of medicine and stuffed it into his mouth.

I thought about it for more than a minute, racking my brain, but couldn't figure out a way to solve the problem...

Several people were hiding in turtle shells and wouldn't come out. What could he do? Hold a hostage at gunpoint and force the president to come out? Don't be ridiculous, that is the president who finally won after countless political plots and games. He is not a superhero. He will not come out even if the blood is flowing out.

The old man had to ask the big man behind the scenes for help.

When I called him, the boss behind the scenes was also confused. How did a good plan turn into this?

He hurriedly negotiated secretly with several of his allies and several important figures in the country, and then gritted his teeth and stamped his feet. Since he was too soft, let's be tough!

They called the vice president, who was still sheltering on Air Force One.

"The military-industrial complex wants you to lead America."

The vice president was a tall, old white man with some age spots on his face. When he heard the suggestion on the phone, he couldn't help but frown.

He lowered his voice: "President Sawyer is still here."

"He can be away, he's hindering a lot of people's business, and my peers and I don't like him."

"We have to abide by the Constitution, no matter who it is, no matter where they are," the vice president said with a straight face.

The person on the other side chuckled and said, "Of course, we are all law-abiding citizens, and we will strictly abide by the Constitution."

The phone hangs up.

A minute later, an F-117 ignored the base's ban and took off from Andreessen Air Force Base carrying a missile, targeting the White House.

"Intercept him! Shoot him down!" The Pentagon immediately discovered the fighter plane's intention and quickly sent fighter planes to intercept it. However, under the control of the mastermind behind the scenes, the interceptor plane failed to receive the order, and it was delayed for more than forty seconds. After taking off, I found that there was no weapon, and it was delayed for dozens of seconds.

By the time the interceptor plane overran the runway, the mysterious F-117 was less than a minute away from the White House.

"Mr. President! Please be prepared, the other side is carrying missiles!" the Pentagon quickly reminded the black president who was still playing cards in the underground bunker.

Damn it! How to do this? The U.S. Constitution doesn’t say what to do at this time! The black president's face was full of panic, and he was not very reassured about the safety of the underground bunker.

"don’t worry!"

"It'll be fine!"

Duke and Charlie comforted everyone together. In fact, the real panic here is the little girl Emily, the young tour guide and the black president. Anyone with a little military knowledge can understand that the underground bunker built since the s will not be so It is easy to be breached. Not to mention missiles, even nuclear bombs can be defended against.

The facts are almost the same. F-117s bombed the White House wildly. Everyone in the underground bunker basically didn't feel any shock. Only the young tour guide looked dead. From the sound of the sound, he knew that the ground buildings could survive such a violent explosion. The chances are slim. In other words, if the White House blows up... his job will probably be gone too...

Bella didn't have too strong emotions about the bombing of the White House. She just felt pity for those works of art. In addition, she couldn't understand the actions of these people. What kind of huge benefits would make these people order fighter planes to bomb their country's administrative agencies? National symbol?